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That Which Is Dear That which is dear is not of riches or fame. That which is dear is more wondrous: The giggle of a child The sigh of a lover Sunrises on snow-capped mountains Sunsets on glass-smooth seas Fireflies on a summer's eve leaves crackling on a crisp, fall morn Spring buds falling snow. That which is dear holds for all time.
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